Brilliant solution by Matt.
Just had this conversation with Matilda.
Matilda:
(brandishing her little glass of water)
"More?"
Me: "Can you say please?"
Matilda: "More More More!"
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Brilliant solution by Matt.
Just had this conversation with Matilda.
Matilda:
(brandishing her little glass of water)
"More?"
Me: "Can you say please?"
Matilda: "More More More!"
Hee. Does that rise to the level of 'good enough'? You'd better get her the water before someone gets hurt, Hec.
Previous "please"-prompting conversation:
Matilda: brandishing cup More!
Me: ...
Matilda: More more more more more!
Me: More please?
Matilda: in an "Uh huh, that thing" tone Yeah!
The lattice idea is genius.
Anyone know the best way to polish silver-plate stuff? I've got a havdalah set that's looking kind of grungy.
Does that rise to the level of 'good enough'? You'd better get her the water before someone gets hurt, Hec.
Well, she did have an appreciative look on her face. And she looks really cute wobbling around sipping water with ice cube from a tiny little sherry glass.
{{{Kristin}}} health~ma
I hope you are feeling better and better, Kristin.
I made a salad for Mother's Day brunch tomorrow (Panzanella). Delicious, but I'm not sure how to pronounce Panzanella! Is it pan-zan-AYAH or pan-zan-ELLAH?
pan-zah-nehl-la, at least that's how it sounds in my head.
My mom is away and my MiL already received her flower delivery so I have no maternal obligations tomorrow. And yet, I have a non-kinfolk brunch to attend. Funny old thing, life.
My friends that might stop by are probably not going to. Which is okay as my house is only half-assedly cleaned, but still disappointing because I wanted to see them. So it goes.
So, does this deserves world's best babysitter or world's worst babysitter...
I read an original piece of fiction as a "bedtime story" to the ten-year-old I was babysitting tonight. It was scarier than I thought. Or appeared to be to her anyways. After reading it, we heard EVERY little noise in the house, and I ended up spending the rest of the evening/night in the rocker in her bedroom because she was so freaked that someone was in the house (which she really couldn't have gotten from the story, but...). I'd go to check, and she's start freaking out because I wasn't in the room. It was fun.
Honestly, though, I got the feeling that she loved it. Though, I'm sure her parents probably didn't love the very wound-up ten-year-old they came home to at 10:15 p.m.
Oops.
Also, Kristin, I *totally* get that way with ABs, even ones that I've been on before, or even been on for a while. And, yes, taking them before food rather than after can make a difference to some people. I really hope that was all it was. And, yes, ND wins the WBB award. Totally.